I was at 3200 meters collecting a very interesting patch of moss containing Teagueia, when I heard machine gun fire. I instinctively dropped to the ground from my crouching position to lying down. The fire was returned. My breathing quickened. The gun battle continued. I dare not go anywhere; I just maintained my cover, which was negligible. I was alone. I thought it must be Chuck, for he was the only one that had a machine gun. But who was firing at him?

I felt a presence behind me, and someone said “No mover Señora por favor.” I noticed the barrel of a machine gun at my ear. I eased my hands up around my head in surrender. The gun battle continued in the distance.

“Despertar.” The voice commanded. I didn’t understand, so I glanced behind me, and the single gunman was gesturing with his machine gun for me to get up. So I did. He looked military, but not Ecuadorian. He looked kind of like a Columbian Guerrilla. But if he was, he sure had strayed far from home.

“Despacio.” He said. I had no idea what that meant. I kept my hands in the air while he patted me down for weapons. I was terrified. Then he stuck his gun butt in my back and pushed me forward toward the gun fight. So I walked towards it. Eventually I saw his buddies on the ground shooting at Chuck’s position. He kicked one of their feet and gestured to me. The guy smiled and stopped shooting.

He called out in a loud voice with a distinct South American Spanish accent “Stop firing. We have your woman. One more shot and she gets it!” Then they pointed a machine gun at my head. Chuck immediately stopped firing. “Throw out your gun and surrender!”

Chuck tossed out his machine gun and stood up. He raised his arms in surrender. A couple of the guerrillas, there were four in all, ran over to search him. When that was done, they tied his hands behind his back and forced him to kneel. They took me over to kneel beside him. They looked through all of our stuff, which wasn’t much, since we were out for a day hike from our camp to collect moss. Were they just going to rob us and let us go? Where was Oscar? Would they find our camp?

***

Allen really thought that Mr. Butterfly had been too rough on him earlier this morning. It’s not like he had committed a crime or anything. So he got a bit selfish in pursuit of his own sexual satisfaction. Like that never happened to Mr. Butterfly before. But to say that the sexual part of their relationship was over, that was going too far! The nerve of him! Just who did he think he was?

He would show that Mr. Butterfly that he was wanted! He would land that Oscar dude when he came back from his trip with Sue. That is what he would do. Ha! He would steal that big dicked Oscar right from under his nose! Ha!

But for right now, Allen was stinging from the rejection from Mr. Butterfly. It was harder on him than he would have liked to admit. It hurt him right to the bone. It brought back all of the old memories of his ex-boyfriend who overdosed on intravenous heroin. He just could not control his ex’s drug habit. He just could not control Mr. Butterfly. He told himself that he, Allen, was not a heroin addict, because he only snorted it and not since his ex had overdosed. He searched through his bags for the new stash he bought on the streets in Quito. Columbian heroin is the best or so he had heard. He had not had a chance to test it in his lab back home. Nor would he. At home it was easy to test in the lab available in his institution without anybody being the wiser. After all, it was a drug lab. But bringing drugs across international borders was a serious crime and not worth the risk, so this stash would go untested. Now that Mr. Butterfly had moved his sleeping bag to the front of the huge tent, no one was near enough to see what he was doing way back here. So, he snorted the contents of onedime bag.

Five minutes later, euphoria. He lay on his sleeping bag, and entered another world, where what people thought of him made no difference whatsoever.

***

“Where is your camp gringo?”, said the lead guerrilla to Chuck.

But Chuck was not talking. “Tell me where your camp is or I hit the Señora.” He emphasized this by grabbing my hair.

Chuck said “I will take you there.”

So we all got up to go back to camp. In no time we were there. The guerrillas went through all of our stuff in the better part of an hour. When they found our three sleeping bags zipped into one, they leered at me. Then the leader said “We have found three sleeping bags, and three packs, but only two of you. Where is the third person? I assume he is close by. Actually I assume he can hear us now and will appear if I threaten to hurt this woman.”

Then he hit me hard with the back of his hand in my mouth, splitting my lip. It hurt like a mother fucker and I could taste my own blood. “I will hit her again if you do not come out.” His hand went back again to hit me, but Oscar came out of hiding with his hands up.

Two guerrillas went out to search him too then led him over to kneel with us. They tied his hands behind his back.

After taking a knife and pistol away from him, the guerrillas went off a short distance to discuss the situation. They came back a short while later. The leader spoke.

“We think that you are part of a small band of plant collectors here in the jungle. There are other bands too. But not close by. That is why you have a radio. We mean you no harm. But we need money and you have none. So, we will take your woman for ransom. Do not follow us. We will contact you by radio for the location to make the exchange in a week’s time. That will give you time to raise the money. We want a million dollars for her. We will take your radio also. Adios amigos.”

Then they grabbed me and pushed me along with their machine guns and we left. I looked back at Oscar and Chuck still tied up and on their knees. I was terrified. How would they help me?

Thursday, July 30, 2009

"Kyle King complains when Rod Daily keeps telling him what to do on the job. But when Daily orders him to get on his knees and suck his cock King happily complies, greedily sucking Daily's huge tool while pulling on his own fat cock. Daily shoves his cock in King's ass until the sight of King's meat swinging between his legs forces Daily to get on his knees and suck. The tables turn on boss-man Daily when King throws him on all fours and shoves his cock in his ass."

"Olympic gold medalist Ricky Berens split the backside of his bodysuit just before his heat in the world championships in Rome, but decided to swim anyway. He won. Unrelated to Berens' butt-crack, swimming's governing body decided today to ban the full bodysuits in future competitions after numerous speed records were broken thanks to their high-tech materials."

Samuel Colt is a beefy hunk appearing for the first time anywhere in the highly anticipated third and final chapter in Mustang’s “RGB” series, Green Door. His debut scene is a sizzling and aggressive encounter with fellow newcomer Alessio Romero.

[Severely Excerpted]

F: Is there one sexual experience that sticks out in your mind as being particularly mind-blowing or hot?

S: Hmmm, not sure I can narrow it down. Scenes that involve bondage or restraints are hot. Once a guy blindfolded and suspended me so that I wasn’t touching the floor. Then he sucked me off. It was an amazing orgasm!

F: Is there something about you that would surprise our readers?

S: You mean like “I have 10 cats and they’re all named after Days of Our Lives characters”? Nah, I’m an open book. Everyone knows it all. No secrets here.

And yes, it was a Blaze to shoot this movie with these two REALLY hot Prague studs. Believe me, if you are looking for hot meat packing good looking guys, head to Prague.These two fuckers just left me with no air left and a happy serviced whole after we were done shooting.

Take a look at the trailer, I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed filming it.

A new Paris-based underwear brand launched earlier this year. The brand name is genius, the British slang reference to the male appendage that makes a man a man! TODGER focuses on comfort - if you want to be the man you are, wear something simple, sophisticated and great for your package!

Monday, July 27, 2009

So finally, after all that saying they wouldn't at their wedding, Damien Crosse and Francesco D'Macho have gone on a honeymoon in Marrakesh, Morocco! Damien has posted tons of photos for us to look at and I have posted some here, but not all of them, the rest are here. But here is my take on their photos.

Rose petals and FDM on your bed is just what you want any time, day or night. A dream cum true. Um, and you can do without the petals.

Or, this one will do quite nicely, sans desert. He is the desert. Oh, they are sleeping with each other. And married you say. Oh. I see. Honeymoon? Sigh. I'll just shut up then.

Don't they look great sitting at this round table? I bet the food was great here! So romantic! The menus are just set aside as if they just ordered their food.

Francesco sits by the pool with his drink. GORGEOUS!

Who are these two masked Bedouins? They are so handsome!

Francesco waits by an old and beautiful arch.

Damien holds court with Buddah. (Wrong finger Damien.) So how about checking to see if there are any fish in that pond behind you?

Damien looking stunning! Hot momma! So, are there any fish in this pond Damien? There must be with all of those lily pads!

I really hope the boys had a swell time and got plenty of rest there. They really deserve it, working so hard at Stag Homme Studios.

This watercolor painting is called Miniata Groupers and is from the Singapore series. Click to enlarge.

It is based on this photograph that I took on my trip to Singapore in 1996 at the Chinese Wet Market. This was a tank of live miniata groupers.

The painting was an exercise in watercolor washes and gradients and was tons of fun. I drew the tank and fish and then painted the water and the painting sat for a long time before I got up the nerve to paint the fish. But once I got started, I was okay and couldn't stop.

Saturday, July 25, 2009

Robbie wants to get into boxing as a way to tone his smooth body and to spar with the fit lads he's seen at the boxing gym. He books a private training session with the club's trainer Dillon to learn how to handle himself, but his trainer thinks he can go much further than just some basic moves. Dillon folds his muscular arms around Robbie's shoulders and guides his fists into the punch bag. Both of them can feeling the rising sexual tension and its not long before Robbie is on his knees worshiping Dillon's beautiful fat dick, before Dillon plunders Robbie's smooth, tight arse and lies him down to squirt hot, globs of cum over him.

See the really hot preview here. I'm not kidding you guys, it is really hot! For any of you with a coaching fantasy, this is it.

Label: Amazon Discovery

Friday Fantasy Series

You are Strength

Courage, strength, fortitude. Power not arrested in the act of judgement, but passing on to further action, sometimes obstinacy.

This is a card of courage and energy. It represents both the Lion's hot, roaring energy, and the Maiden's steadfast will. The innocent Maiden is unafraid, undaunted, and indomitable. In some cards she opens the lion's mouth, in others she shuts it. Either way, she proves that inner strength is more powerful than raw physical strength. That forces can be controlled and used to score a victory is very close to the message of the Chariot, which might be why, in some decks, it is Justice that is card 8 instead of Strength. With strength you can control not only the situation, but yourself. It is a card about anger and impulse management, about creative answers, leadership and maintaining one's personal honor. It can also stand for a steadfast friend.

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